Blackmailed For Love

He didn't knock as he entered the small file room.He stood there and looked around, if he was impressed by the work I'd had done in just two days he didn't say it.

Instead when his eyes came back to me they were as cold and hard as an ice block.

Once upon a time they used to look at me like I was his whole world.

"Get up.We are leaving."

I blinked up at him, not understanding where he was taking me.

His eyes narrowed on me and he said, "You are not doing a good job of following my orders."

Not giving into the urge to roll my eyes, I stood up and grabbed my small purse.

Pressing my hand down to smooth out my skirt, I rounded the desk and I asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Your home.I decided I'll drop my whore back at her place at the end of the day."

His words made me wince and he saw it as a moment later he grabbed my wrist to pull me in front of him.

His hard eyes caressed my face and he said, "I won't let you forget it.The way I couldn't forget.I'll keep reminding you and myself who you truly are."

I bit down the inside of my cheek and stared back at him.I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing how his words were scratching at my bruised heart.

He gripped my face and dug his fingers into my cheeks as he demanded, "Say it."

One thing about Kristian was, he always lashed out and did everything he could to not be the only one feeling the pain.

When someone hurts him he hurts them back tenfold.

And he didn't know how to stop until his enemy was beaten down and destroyed.

I had seen it with my own eyes.I knew it deep in my bones how far he could go.

So there was no trying to fight it.

Also, I just didn't want to fight him.

He had his demons and I used to be his comforting place despite our age difference but then I turned on him, became the one who broke his trust, and became another person in his list of demons.

"I am a whore." I said, giving him what he wanted.

Or maybe I was just a glutton for punishment His lips twisted.

"Whose?"

"Yours."

Only his.

Ever his.

"That's right.Don't you ever forget that."

He walked out of the room and made me follow him.

Unlike him my steps were hesitant as I followed him, I didn't want him to drop me home.

filled out, I had lied about my town, my schooling and my

status as

lead the people here to my personal life but now he wanted to drop me home: Please, God, make him have a flat tire: And

Nope.

Not on my side.

Like he ever is.

why?  His car didn't have a

that would make it any less

curved up as a memory

gotten his Ferrari GT and he had taken me on a

the evening later in

the parking space, he strode toward his black Porsche, unlocking it on the way and without waiting for me or even without looking in my

I heard the

he could get irritated and

sat down,

don't have to drive me.I can go.I'll take the

He didn't say anything.

one would hold a lover as

later, I knew where he

Apartments, the wrong address I had written on

lips and tried again, "You can drop

a few things to

gaze turned to me and he said, "I'll stop

you

went up on my forehead in

couldn't take him up on his offer, I didn't have enough money to

I sighed.

buy

have

him to leave then I'll make

take a different and longer route back to my actual place but I think I could manage this

for the usual

than the fact that I would

minutes later, the car came to a slow stop at

turned to him and said, "Thank

made me nervous

understand why he was becoming such a gentleman all of

knew he

face as

cursed my fate as he opened his door

questioned God why he hated me so much

and I didn't wait as I

came to stand on my side, I blurted out,

He arched a brow.

and looked for a reason why he couldn't come

wouldn't want to

between us and he didn't

stood back against his car, crossed his legs at the

I saw the picture

looked like

that was a combination of blood red and dark